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Cristo accompanied me in this chauffeur service and we had cleaned it up best we-could, and what-else was to drive with the windows open and somewhat windy in the back seat. Some difference between them and us. They didn't say much and the ride was just shy of an hour, and have to this day I have never seen them since.
At some point we discovered a dirt road thru a hole in a bob-wire fence over toward Big Hollow. So we drove in thru the plowed fields to a beautiful little wooded valley. I was somewhat romantic and the first TV child raised on television. So with all the dire warnings and expert prognostications raised by the media critics and medical profession in general as well as psychologists, my gray matter should have turned to dark-matter decades ago, because I have watched a lot of TV in my life. I particularly liked some of the playhouse theaters, Andy Griffin, Leave It To Beaver, Twilight Zone, Route Sixty-Six, Jackie Gleason, the Ernie Kovacs Show, Dick Powell Theater or Ozzie and Harriet as some of them.
And I loved sitting in those cars smoking cigarettes and drinking beer and talking about those shows. Not sure where this idea came from or whose idea it was perhaps mine - we drove out to a vacant field after dark and by closed-eyes mental telepathy tried to call down a flying saucer. Did we do it ? How would one ever know since they would hypnotically block all memory of it.
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